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Angels, roll the rock away:
Death, yield up thy mighty prey;
See! he rises from the tomb—
Rises with immortal bloom.
‘Tis the Saviour; seraphs raise
Your triumphant songs of praise;
Let the earth’s remotest bound
Hear the joy-inspiring sound.
Lift, ye saints, lift up your eyes;
Now to glory see him rise;
Hosts of angels on the road
Hail and sing th’incarnate God.
Praise him, all ye heavenly choirs,
Praise him with your golden lyres;
Praise him in your noblest songs;
Praise him from ten thousand tongues.
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7 7 7 7
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Hymn/Song Book
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PLEYEL
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7 7 7 7
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